Deep, Dark, Dreary

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Her heart ripped her apart.
Now it’s my part to take all her wrath.
Sharp-as-a-diamond knife
cuts through me to end her life.

Oh, my pain, is it her gain?
Oh, will this cut, erase her hurt?
Oh, will this wound, do any good?

I froze as her blood flows.
I feel the nerves died as her heart tries to decide.
To beat or not to beat.
To live or not to live.

—

10.07.2015
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

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Originally written for Blogging University’s WRITING 201 Day 3 Assignment.

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